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enamouredAfter posting in the "most embarrasing moments" thread at Snarkfest, I tried to remember if I have ever mentioned mine over here. And I can't believe I've never mentioned this in my journal.
So now I will share with you all the tale of my most humilating moment.
Okay. I was in fifth grade, and as I've mentioned before, I went to a small Catholic school. The school was gradually expanding, and they were running out of room in the main building, so the fifth grade classrooms were in a trailer out on the main playground, across the street from the school. This meant that the bathrooms were in the classrooms, single occupancy, with one of those fans you can turn on. Keep this in mind.
Anyway, Mrs. Strauss, the fifth grade religion teacher, used to walk across the street every other day and we'd have religion class. And one day she was droning on and on, and I was getting bored and class was almost over, and I had to pee anyway, so I excused myself to the bathroom. Once I'd finished my business in there, I decided I didn't particularly want to go back out and listen to Mrs. Strauss babble senselessly, so I just tried to bide my time in the bathroom. So I started doing stupid stuff, like cleaning the mirror and cleaning mud out of the grooves of my sneakers, and I started singing to myself. Just stupid stuff. Then somehow, I decided to start singing a Mariah Carey tune. And I figured, hey, the fan's on, no one will notice. Well, I was getting to the cresendo-y part, and going as high as my wavery little soprano voice could go at the time, when I heard my classmates outside laugh. I assumed that Mrs. Strauss actually said something amusing for once, and I continued singing. And JUST when I was getting ready to end the song, I heard this loud knocking on the door, and Mrs. Strauss, in this BOOMING voice said, "CANDICE, you have until the count of TEN to evacuate the premises!" And it was then that I realized that I was busted, and I walked out to the sound of my classmates cackling at me. To make matters worse, no one let me live it down the rest of the year... and even well into middle school two years later.
So now I will share with you all the tale of my most humilating moment.
Okay. I was in fifth grade, and as I've mentioned before, I went to a small Catholic school. The school was gradually expanding, and they were running out of room in the main building, so the fifth grade classrooms were in a trailer out on the main playground, across the street from the school. This meant that the bathrooms were in the classrooms, single occupancy, with one of those fans you can turn on. Keep this in mind.
Anyway, Mrs. Strauss, the fifth grade religion teacher, used to walk across the street every other day and we'd have religion class. And one day she was droning on and on, and I was getting bored and class was almost over, and I had to pee anyway, so I excused myself to the bathroom. Once I'd finished my business in there, I decided I didn't particularly want to go back out and listen to Mrs. Strauss babble senselessly, so I just tried to bide my time in the bathroom. So I started doing stupid stuff, like cleaning the mirror and cleaning mud out of the grooves of my sneakers, and I started singing to myself. Just stupid stuff. Then somehow, I decided to start singing a Mariah Carey tune. And I figured, hey, the fan's on, no one will notice. Well, I was getting to the cresendo-y part, and going as high as my wavery little soprano voice could go at the time, when I heard my classmates outside laugh. I assumed that Mrs. Strauss actually said something amusing for once, and I continued singing. And JUST when I was getting ready to end the song, I heard this loud knocking on the door, and Mrs. Strauss, in this BOOMING voice said, "CANDICE, you have until the count of TEN to evacuate the premises!" And it was then that I realized that I was busted, and I walked out to the sound of my classmates cackling at me. To make matters worse, no one let me live it down the rest of the year... and even well into middle school two years later.
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Date: 2005-04-04 08:38 pm (UTC)Poor Candice.
I had 5th grade moments as well. For instance, on our T-Shrits for our "big" trip, we had to sign this paper that would go on them. Well, we were watching a video, and I guess I wrote pretty fast since I spelled my name wrong.
"Maisa" instead of "Marisa". To this day people still call me that.
Oh and at a 5th grade spelling bee, I was up first, and they asked me to spell "job" so what do I do, but say..."G--O--B" and I didn't realize I got it wrong till the lady went, "I'm sorry, that's incorrect". I didn't know nerves could do that. I cried and went off stage, and yet again, people still remember that day.
Both events were 4 years ago and still memorable.
Blah.
5th grade horrors.
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Date: 2005-04-06 03:43 am (UTC)